Pine Creek Canyon

I've talked before about the difficulties of photographing a canyoneering trip. But every once in awhile, our merry band comes across a canyon that has all the right angles and light for wonderful pictures. I think Pine Creek Canyon in Zion National Park qualifies. My two biggest complaints is lack of good angles to shoot (rappels are often in constricted spaces where it's nearly impossible to shoot anywhere but up or down) and the sometimes necessary speed we have to take on in order to get through a canyon before the end of the day. Pine Creek Canyon? Negative on both accounts. It was a real pleasure to have great angles and a leisurely pace (well, sort of; we planned on doing another, shorter canyon the same day). I had the time to ask my buds to wait for me when a photo op appeared, and there were plenty of those. Pine Creek Canyon is full of wilderness eye candy.

But the bottom line for me is how many good photographs I was able to squeeze out of the canyon. That doesn't happen often. I was happy throughout. What a pleasure.

On a technical note, I went with just one lens, my 16-35mm, and there were many places where there was bright and dark spots in the same shot, so I did a lot of HDR, five-exposure brackets. Many of the pictures in this portfolio come under that category. If I did my job right, it's not obvious. Lastly, lots of darkness where I was shooting anywhere from ISO 400 all the way to 26,400. Love that Canon 5D MIII with its low-light performance!

Jerri at the beginning approach to the top of the canyon.

Rich descending the first rappel.

Jerri watching Rich go down into the canyon.

Jerri on first rappel while Kevin looks on.

Rich descending into one of the most amazing canyon chambers I've seen.

Jerri wading through chest-high water to the chamber's exit. Oh, yeah, that water was cold.

A corridor through the canyon.

Annette under a rare swatch of sunlight.

The canyon version of driftwood.

Another corridor. Note the chock stone overhead.

Annette takes a brief snooze while Rich rigs the anchor.

Out in the open again, Rich descends into one of the more spectacular scenes.

Another canyon scene. Note in the upper left a "window" where the Zion tunnel cuts through the mountain.

Sometimes you get lucky: Rich wore a bright yellow shirt that kept him from getting lost in the composition.

Jerri belaying Annette.

Yours truly descending a free rappel (photo by Jerri Lauridsen).

Rich belaying Annette.

A small pool near the last rappel.

Rich washing off his gear of all the sand in a soothing, down-canyon pool. Caribiners get cranky when they're loaded full of sand and then they get stuck at the worst possible moments.

Relaxing in the pool before what turned out to be a longer than expected (and hotter) hike out to the car.

Typhon Canyon

I have to admit that after I exited Typhon Canyon in Death Valley National Park, I decided I wasn't that thrilled with the place. I can't say exactly what left me unenthusiastic. Maybe it was the long, steep, difficult approach. We left the parking lot at Dante's View and hiked a lovely trail for about two miles before plunging along an extremely steep, loose rock spine that shredded at my toes and worked my thighs more than an uphill climb would have. Finally, we reached the top of the canyon and started the various down-climbs and rappels. I guess I judge a place by how much I enjoy photographing it. Perhaps that's a little strange to some people. Obsessive to others. But if I don't feel like I'm accomplishing much photographically, I get restless. And visually, the canyon was nothing, at least to my eyes. Because it had a lot of broad areas, there was a lot of harsh, hot light on colorless, featureless rock. The rappels were mediocre and run-of-the-mill.

So, I didn't look at the pictures when I got back all that much. Wasn't interested. Finally, I dove into them only because my friends had asked about them and I discovered that subconsciously (I guess) to compensate for the dreary scenery (again, my perception and not necessarily that of my friends), I concentrated more on the people I was with. I rather liked those pictures and that surprised me. As with a lot of photography, sometimes you need that distance to see what you've really got. So here they are.

Headed away from the trailhead at 6 a.m.

Dante Peak

Rich contemplating the route.

Rich down-climbing a tricky patch.

Kevin tossing out the rappel rope.

Scooting along another down-climb.

Kevin about go through a hole in the rock.

Annette about to negotiate the same hole in the rock.

I'm told this is a Mojave rattlesnake. I nearly stepped on it without knowing I was even close to it until someone else pointed it out.

Kevin, our meat anchor. He's backing up an anchor wrapped around a boulder.

Annette on one of the final rappels.

Pine Creek Canyon

Deep inside Zion National Park's Pine Creek Canyon is a dark, cool, watery chamber that requires a long rappel to enter. A stunning place. Almost too stunning. I was so fixated on the rappel and the twisted rock, that I nearly missed how one had to exit the opposite end of the chamber through an arched doorway lit from above. I saw Jerri heading for the door, chest-deep in water and shot off a five-frame bracket at one-stop intervals, while trying to hold the camera still. (The ISO was set at a noise-popping 25,600). I did this five times and the fourth one was the best. I liked how her arms were stretched out, hands pulling at the rock with her body nearly centered in the doorway. I took the darkest exposure and then the "normal" exposure and blended them, using bits of the lighter version to open up the shadows. Miraculously, the shots nearly aligned perfectly and with the help of Photoshop, locked into place just right. If I wanted to get really fancy, I suppose I could infuse this caption with all kinds of metaphors, but it's just a nicely realized moment. That's all.

Scorpion Canyon

Death Valley's canyons never cease to astound me with their beauty, ruggedness, remoteness, and, oh, during the spring, DNA-broiling heat. And thus, our merry band of canyoneers wandered into Scorpion Canyon for the day. The approach is directly under the sun, climbing several hundred feet to a high of 1845' and then descends all that and more, to 50 feet below sea level. It's one of the weird features of Death Valley that so many of the canyon trips end below sea level. In between, I do believe just about every drop of water was sucked out through my skin.

The canyon itself is a geological circus, with green cliffs of decomposing mica, and pink and yellow slopes of oxidizing iron salts, wide washes and narrow slots.

The canyoneering portion was pretty straightforward and every rappel had an established anchor. We breezed through for a delightful if somewhat hot few hours of back country goodness.

Climbing away from the start in 20 Mule Team Canyon.

Hiking up a wash to the first real climbing.

Looking down to 20 Mule Team Canyon.

Top of the climb, 1845'.

Yellow, green and red from the metals and minerals in the ground.

I believe Annette was demonstrating some kind of cheerleading routine. Or maybe not.

Rich on the first rappel.

Annette on second rappel.

Narrow passage.

Kevin meat anchoring at an anchor built out of rocks.

Last rappel.

Eaton Canyon

Of all the canyons in the San Gabriel Mountains, I have to say Eaton Canyon is my favorite. It's like a wild, remote water park with slides, waterfalls, deep pools. Plenty of wet fun. Judging by the number of rescues the Forest Service handles there, it's plenty dangerous, too. I was told by a ranger that the Forest Service spends half a million dollars a year to haul out people who venture up the canyon unprepared for the climb up or back down, and then fall. Some die. Or, they have to carry out canyoneers who have hurt themselves. Some know what they're doing and simply twist an ankle, and some neophytes literally get their ropes from Home Depot, cobble together some other gear and run for the canyon thinking it'll be a hoot. Tragedy ensues. During the summer, this sort of thing happens at least twice a week. It's not uncommon to see rescue helicopters swooping in and then a little later swooping out with someone on a stretcher attached to the skids.

Our happy band of canyoneers have now done the canyon three times without mishap and here are a few shots from another pleasant Sunday spent in wet suits and harnesses. No complaints.

Cammy descending into the canyon. Mt. Wilson and its towers loom above.

Sebastian, a good lad visiting from France, joined us for the trip with borrowed gear.

Annette on the first water slide, nostrils plugged and ready for impact.

Rich showing off his water slide form. The judges gave it a 7.8.

Cammy and Annette working their way down a small but slick waterfall.

One of the many pools we had to slosh through.

I've photographed this rappel (second of the day) from all angles. It never disappoints.

Sebastian showing how a Frenchman does it.

And then here's how we Americans splash down as represented by Kevin.

Rich on the final rappel which goes down a waterfall frequented by weekend crowds who hike up from an Altadena neighborhood.

The audience watching Jerri work her way down the waterfall.

There's no way to avoid the waterfall thundering down on one at the end. Good clean fun.

These kids would rather play with a log than watch Kevin.